Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 258

Wendy felt dizzy, as if she would die in the next second.

When her hand touched the cold hard object, she regained some strength. She silently dialed the number she had been repeating in her mind a million times, and quickly dialed it out.

"...Hello?"

As soon as the line was connected, her voice trembled.

It was said that women's delivery was like a trip to hell. She was afraid, and might have used up all her strength. When she spoke again, she was already in a tearful tone. "Charlie..."

There was a silence for two seconds, and then a soft female voice said, "Charlie is taking a bath. It's not convenient for him to answer the phone now!"

Wendy's phone slipped from her ear as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

The nurse walked forward, took away her mobile phone, and rushed into the delivery room.

The operating light covered the whole room. Wendy closed her eyes, and there was a crystal tear rolling down between the corners of her eyes.

Everything around her seemed to come from a distance. She kept pushing in tandem with the midwifery slogans of the doctors and nurses around her. Sometime later, she faintly heard a baby's cry. It was very small and light, but for some reason, it suddenly disappeared.

Wendy, who was about to fall into darkness, held on to her last consciousness and grabbed the doctor weakly.

"Where's my child? I want to see the child..."

A doctor wearing a mask looked down at her and said seriously, "I'm sorry! We've tried our best. Premature birth led to premature placental abruption, the umbilical cord wrapped around the neck leading to asphyxia, and we didn't save the baby!"

The white Land Rover was parked in the yard. Charlie pulled out the key and went straight to the villa.

As soon as he entered the door and changed his shoes, a servant came up to him and reported respectfully, "Young Master, the Old Master wants us to tell you that he's waiting for you in the bedroom!" Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"Okay." Charlie pulled his lips.

He went up to the second floor and went to the innermost room. When he pushed the door open, Gilbert was standing by the window. On the side of the wooden armchair, there was a beautiful figure sitting on it. However, Madge didn't greet him with a smile like she did every time seeing him.

She crossed her hands on her knees, and the smile on her face didn't seem to be very natural. Charlie did not look over. His eyebrows were furrowed. The sunlight conning in from outside the window shone on his stern face. It seemed that he had become thinner and his facial features were more distinct.

He didn't intend to stay for a long time, so he directly asked, "Dad, what do you want? I have two more meetings to hold later!"

"Charlie, come here!" Gilbert turned around and reached out to him. "There's someone you need to see.

Charlie narrowed his deep eyes.

There was no one in the room except Gilbert and Madge. Charlie was confused but soon found that there was a colorful crib next to Gilbert, which was out of tune with this ancient Chinese-style bedroom. He took two steps forward and lowered his eyes. There's a sleeping baby in the bed, who was holding a small fist.

At a glance like this, Charlie felt as if his chest had been grabbed by someone.

"This is the bloodline of our Hogg's family!"

Gilbert's deep voice sounded at this moment, confirming what was on Charlie's mind.

It was like a bolt of lightning had rolled through the back of Charlie.

He felt her heart skip a beat and his pupils tightened. "What do you mean?"

"What else can it be? This is your child, your son!" Gilbert controlled his volume as if he was afraid of waking up the little baby. He said in a cold voice, "It's Miss Lim. She has been living abroad with another man. Obviously, she feels that this baby is a burden and doesn't want to keep him, so she asked someone to send him back to Hogg's family after giving birth, because she doesn't want him!"

Madge, who had been sitting on the wooden armchair, clenched her fists secretly.

Looking at the crib, she was angry and hateful. She knew more about what's going on than anyone. When she found out that Wendy was pregnant, she immediately told Gilbert. She thought it would be best if Wendy got rid of the baby, but Gilbert didn't say anything after hearing it. He just told her to relax. He had his own idea that no matter what happened, it would not affect her becoming the daughter-in-law of the Hogg's family.

Now it's obvious that Gilbert wanted to keep this baby.

Charlie looked at the crib again. The hand in his trouser pocket can't even make a fist. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down for several times before he finally asked in a hoarse voice, "She’s pregnant when she left?"

He suddenly remembered the last "we" she had said at the airport.

"Now you know that she refused to accept your child. She only wants to stay with another man. Why do you have to miss such a cruel and ruthless woman? You'd better give up early and settle the marriage with Madge!" Charlie's father snorted coldly. Before he could finish his words, Charlie suddenly turned around and rushed out. Charlie walked fast and even brought a gust of wind. "Charlie, where are you going?"

There was only the sound of the disappearing footsteps iin response.

Charlie went out of the villa and ran straight to the Land Rover in the yard. He opened the door and sat in, starting the engine.

The wheels made a harsh sound on the ground, which shocked all the servants who were cutting flowers and plants. The white Land Rover disappeared in the blink of an eye like an arrow.

Charlie stepped heavily on the gas pedal under his feet, and the car was about to fly.

When he encountered red light, he quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number, "Farr, book me a flight to New York, the fastest one!"

Where to go?

Charlie wanted to ask her about it.

Why did she lie to him that she was not pregnant? Why didn't she want the baby?

Twenty minutes later, the Land Rover went out of the city and passed the entrance of highway toll gates. In front of him was the airport highway.

There was only one thought in Charlie's mind now. He must ask her face to face.

There were not many cars on the highway.

Charlie stared at the front with his deep and dark eyes. When he passed by a crossing of the road, a car rushed over without warning. The screeching horn kept sounding. It seemed that the brakes were failing, and it was too late when he was tempted to avoid it.

"Boom-"

It sounded like the collapse of a city.

Four years later, on the the international flight from Canada to Ice City.

This flight was not a direct flight, it was a stopover from New York.

When Wendy took the boarding pass and boarded the plane, there was already a middle- aged man sitting by the window, resting with his eyes closed. He was dressed very leisurely. Although there was no silver hair on his head, the traces of age on his face could not be concealed. Even so, it did not affect his elegant temperament.

The plane soon stabilized on the clouds, and Wendy took out a magazine to read.

In the corner of her eyes, the man beside her moved a little. She inadvertently looked at him and saw that the middle-aged man was raising his hand and pressing his stomach. He seemed to be in pain. She hesitated and asked, "Sir, are you uncomfortable?"